Текст и перевод песни Carin Leon - El Columpio De Llanta

El Columpio De Llanta

Y un corridon, composición
De mi compa Tamarindo
Y de un servidor
Se llama "El Columpio de Llanta"
Y jálese viejo

Con una flor imperial
Gabino blanqueaba a Benja
Benja ya andaba tomado
Y aunque no tenían apuesta
Se paró malhumorado
Y hasta le pateo la mesa

Gabino siendo más cuerdo
Le dijo mantén la calma
No tolero esas ofensas
Mucho menos en mi casa
Yo revisaba la escena
Desde El Columpio De Llanta

El diablo andaba borracho
Y esa no es muy buena mezcla
Relumbraron unas cachas
En la cintura de Benja
Y con tres detonaciones
Se trababa esa herramienta

Como una fotografía
Tengo yo ese mal recuerdo
Sentía como se me iba
La inocencia en el momento
Y Benja, como si nada
Pa′ acabarla pateo al perro

Y cuando el diablo anda borracho
Todo sale mal
Todo sale mal hijo

Con un nudo en la garganta
Abrase el cuerpo del viejo
Sin poder hallar la calma
Me ganaba el sentimiento
Aturdido por los truenos
Ya la sangre traígo ardiendo

Con 13 apenas cumplidos
Ya me sentía un hombrecito
Ya sabía empuñar un arma
Callo tenía en el gatillo
Aceite vi en el carro
De la súper de Gabino

Me anime, y pa' irme pa′l pueblo
Pedí prestado un caballo
Llegue en cuestión de minutos
Siete para ser exactos
Y en una mesa de juego
Ahí torcí a Benja apostando

No use ninguna palabra
Nomás reclame con fuego
Martille siete cascajos
Y yo le dije sonriendo
Tío Benja ya le tocaba
Flor imperial gana juego
Esta súper no se traba
Las que sobran por el perro

The Tire Swing

And a corrido, composition
By my friend Tamarindo
And your servant
It's called "The Tire Swing"
And let's go, old man

With a imperial flower
Gabino was whitening Benja
Benja was already drunk
And although they had no bet
He stood up in a bad mood
And even kicked the table

Gabino being more sensible
Told him to keep calm
I don't tolerate such offenses
Much less in my house
I watched the scene
From The Tire Swing

The devil was drunk
And that's not a very good mix
Some gun handles gleamed
In Benja's waist
And with three shots
He jammed that tool

Like a photograph
I have that bad memory
I felt my innocence leaving me
In that moment
And Benja, as if nothing had happened
To top it off, he kicked the dog

And when the devil is drunk
Everything goes wrong
Everything goes wrong, man

With a lump in my throat
I embraced the old man's body
Unable to find any calm
Sentiment was winning me over
Stunned by the thunder
My blood was already boiling

Barely 13
I already felt like a man
I already knew how to grip a weapon
I had my finger on the trigger
I saw oil in the car
From Gabino's super

I took courage and to go to the village
I borrowed a horse
I got there in a few minutes
Seven, to be exact
And at a gaming table
There was Benja gambling

I didn't say a word
I just claimed him with fire
I fired seven shots
And I said to him with a smile
Uncle Benja, it was your turn
Imperial flower wins the game
This super doesn't jam
The ones left over are for the dog